He taught me so much Like how to tie my shoes And drink from the garden hose He wanted me to learn to do it for myself Because one day he would not be around From him I get my sense of style And that everything has a consequence But most of all he taught me how to love He taught me how to love without self Well that day has come Time to do it on my own Put the lessons to task I hope he was proud He always had my back No matter how big Through the disappointments of having me as a son The way I believe when you take your bow You become one with it all so that energy spreads out Becoming one with everything That ever was or will be So I'll no longer grieve I'll use the quiet times So no longer will I grieve I'll use the quiet times to reflect On the lessons and the love Life seems to have a way of showing us what matters Sometimes it seems too late because you cannot hug a ghost Life seems to have a way of showing us what matters most Sometimes it seems a bit too late You cannot hug a ghost Tell them what's inside now Tell them of the love and the memories